pussy characters for a pussy game right dogma?

Hey fliq, I played FFX, but never finished it. Tidus was a bit of a whiney ass imho.

I did play a fair bit of blitzball, but never got anywhere near 17-0. That’s pretty insane!

pussy characters for a pussy game right dogma?

Where the hell is Froggie…. I’m suffering withdrawal haven’t seen him post in DAYS! 😉

pussy characters for a pussy game right dogma?

right!

Sorry yeah i’ve been on a journey recently. A journey that began one night while I was watching the footy. I suddenly decided that there was a terrible reward to effort payoff for persuing the traditional rat race type life, so I packed up my things which involved my coolest/sturdiest clothes (wherever I was going I reasoned I would need to find a girl to hang out with and occaisionally make love to so I needed to look cool so people wouldn’t think I was a “square”) then I grabbed a blanket even though i didn’t intend to have it for long. Finally I grabbed a goon sack and a bag of potato crisps.

I hopped in my car and intended to head south towards the ocean to a place I went once on a school surfing camp which is pretty often deserted. I always keep a swag in the boot of my car and I could buy rice and pans too cook on the way down there. Unfortunately as I was just leaving Adelaide I ran into a car due to the fact I wasn’t paying attention (I was violently throwing objects out the window of my car and shouting about how I didn’t want to live in the material world. It was also at this point when I envisioned changing my style to become more of a hippie… maybe some dreadlocks and also using the word “man” a lot more in my sentences).

I hopped out of the car to inspect the damage. It was pretty severe so I went to check on the other driver. He was just sitting there staring into space, obviously due to the shock of the incident. It was at this point I decided to make a run for it. I couldn’t be bothered cleaning up the mess for a car I didn’t want anymore. I didn’t need anything. I reasoned I would just withdraw all my funds at the next ATM incase the police tried to freeze it and then I would change my name to something cool (I was thinking Dolby Supergrass) so noone would ever be able to find me. My next move was to head to the trainstation down in Adelaide and hop in an empty compartment.

As the train rolled off I had no idea where it was heading, but I was praying it wasn’t going West or North. During the trip I was glad I had the presence of mind to bring the blanket and potato crisps I had packed. I passed time by doing pushups and situps and trying to write poems in my mind like the samurai of old. In my mind I was returning to the traditional ways of life which I could see was the path to a much more fulfilling life. The crisps didn’t sustain me for long and when I rolled into Melbourne I was parched (the salt in the crisps had almost killed me). It was scary for a while in the foreign train station but I managed to get out undetected through a hole in the fence.

After I had replenished my fluids I went to a bus station who could take me up to Sydney. So I did that. Nothing exciting happened. On the trip I realised Byron Bay was the place a guy with my attitude towards life would fit in best at. So I began walking North. A terrible idea I might add. I was hoping the traffic would thin out but the highway out of Sydney is huge. I eventually got the idea to stick my thumb out at the traffic entering the highway from a narrow merging road. It took nearly 8 hours but eventually some guys in a combi van picked me up. I was stunned at such a cliche but gladly took the lift. They were heading all the way up to Brisbane but wanted to stop off at Byron Bay to check it out.

I should explain the crew, it was a couple aged 23 and two other guys around the same age. They were very friendly, trying to pull off a laid back type of vibe but they were total jive turkeys if you ask me. It was an enjoyable trip none the less. When we got to byron we all went to this out of the way pub just as a bunch of bikeys rolled up. I didn’t blink knowing that bikeys only tend to start trouble if you get smart with them. Well not this crew. They came up to us after we had bought our first round and told us to get out. We argued saying that we would quickly finish our drinks then leave. That’s when the guy pulled a gun on me, right to my face. Unusually for me however I wasn’t nervous. I looked him down the barrell and said “do it. like I give a fuck… but we both know that pulling the trigger will be more trouble for you than it’s worth.” Then we left.

This didn’t sit well with the bikey who shot my shoulder as I was walking out. Shit I thought. My new friends took me to the hospital. The police got invloved. They saw my liscence while I was under. They matched me with the car crash in Adelaide. They called my family who hopped the next flight to pick me up. A policeman guarded me so I couldn’t leave. Back to Adelaide I went. That’s when I woke up on my couch with potato crisps all over me and the bag over my head and realised I had been tripping balls.

God I love reading your dribble Frog.